Page 94 of Old Habits

“No.”

I roll my eyes. “Unbelievable.”

“And besides…” she gazes up at me with those big, doe eyes, “if you do this, I might be compelled — as your new fiancée — to let you do that thing to me that you always wanted to do…”

I lean away from her. “Oh, that’s just low.”

Her brows bounce. “What do you say, Will?” She waits for a reply as I stare her down. “You can do it whenever you want to. Maybe even tonight…”

My head falls in defeat. As I raise it again, she gives me that smile made up of equal parts affection and possession.

Jovie Ross owns me.

“It better be tight,” I say.

She shrugs. “No reason why it shouldn’t be.”

I nod.

We step back into the office and Jovie wraps her arms around my elbow again as we glide closer to the counter.

I force a smile. “We would like one marriage license, please.”

The woman behind the counter giggles again, shaking the blonde curls around her head as she turns to grab a form from the stack by her computer.

I look down at Jovie’s beaming face. My Jovie, as I’ve always said.

For better or worse, apparently.